Chapter 2:

"I heard it from around here!" One of the patrol said as they searched the interior of Chargestone Cave. The patrol consisted of four Pokémon; A Bisharp, an Excadrill, a Stantler, and a Bewear, each one donning an HAA uniform. They carefully navigated through the cave, the Excadrill pushing the electric crystals out of the way without fear, due to being a Ground Type.

Soon the patrol discovered the boys hidden campsite, and rushed to examine them. The Bewear lifted Cyrus up off the ground and slung him over its shoulder, while the Bisharp looked over Tyson. The Stantler rushed into their tent to examine their supplies while the Excadrill yanked the cord for Tysons pacemaker out of the power box.

"What kind of freak show science experiment did we stumble across?" The Bisharp asked, baffled at what the two boys could have been doing. He seemed especially concerned at the fact that one of them was just laying on a rock, with a cable connected to his still beating, exposed heart.

"Well, apparently we showed up at a good time. Let's get these two out of here." The Bewear replied, looking concerned about the one over their shoulder. They could feel the static emanating from their body, and were concerned that they may be seriously injured from the electricity.

"Agreed." The Stantler said, emerging from the tent. "We need to get these two to a hospital, pronto. We'll send another team down here later to grab all this stuff, preferably one that won't have to worry about getting zapped."

The Bisharp carefully pulled the cord out from Tysons pacemaker, and fumbled for a moment before closing his chest shut. He lifted him up and laid him on the Statler's back, as the four started to make their way out of the cave. Soon they reached the exit, and made their way south of the cave towards Driftveil City.

"So, do either of these boys look familiar to anyone?" The Bisharp asked while they walked. "I think I recognize one of them, though I am unsure about the other."

"Well, I am fairly certain that the one I have is The Metalhead." The Stantler replied. "I recognized his appearance from the silver hair."

"I on the other hand, believe I am carrying The Doctor" The Bewear replied. "These two…What would these two possibly be doing together?"

"If I had to guess, science. Just…Science." The Bisharp said bluntly, causing the others to start laughing. "Someone that knows everything about life, and someone that knows everything about machines…Sounds like the start of a bad joke."

"Makes me wonder what exactly we walked into when we found them" The Excadrill added. "I doubt they were on bad terms, but that definitely looked like we found them in the aftermath of an experiment gone horribly wrong."

"For science, of course" The Stantler added, sending the patrol into a fit of laughter once more. They continued to make wisecracks over the rather humorous scene until they eventually arrived at Driftveil City.

Soon they arrived just outside of the city's hospital, and walked inside to the main lobby. Inside there were a few Pokémon in nurse uniforms moving around, some of them taking notice as the patrol walked up to the front desk.

"Hello, we need two rooms for these boys. We found them in Chargestone Cave, and they may be injured." The Pokémon at the counter, a Nidoqueen, nodded in understanding, as she called two stretchers for the boys. The Stantler and Bewear set each of them down, as the nurses pushed them away.

"We will be back sometime later on to interview the two of them. Thank you for your cooperation." The Bisharp said, as the four turned and made their way out.

The Next Morning…

Tyson slowly woke up, somewhat confused. He didn't wake up feeling like he was sleeping on a rock, in fact it felt like he was sleeping in…well, an actual bed. He took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the room he was in, when it dawned on him that he was in a hospital bed.

Oh crap. Tyson looked around frantically, trying to find where Cyrus was, but to no avail. OH CRAP. Going into full panic mode, Tyson immediately threw the blanket off of his body, and reached into his pocket, pulling out an airhorn. "Please hear this…" With that Tyson blared the airhorn, sending a blaringly loud sound out through his room and into the hall.

Cyrus immediately woke up, his face filled with alarm. Tyson pushed the panic button, that means… Looking around Cyrus realized he was in a hospital room, and had a layer of bandages around his arm. Dammit…They found us. If I hadn't of grazed that crystal this wouldn't have happened.

Cyrus attempted to stand, but could barely support his weight with his legs. Curses, that shock must have been more damaging than I predicted. Leaning against the wall, he slowly but surely inched his way out of the room, and towards where he heard the noise.

Tyson leaned back in his bed, groaning. "Man, I can't believe it. I go to sleep for recharging, and I wake up to find we were captured. This blows." Tyson started to look around the room, examining the machinery in it for anything he might be able to use.

The room consisted of his bed, a television on the wall, and some medical machinery he didn't quite know the purpose of. He was a mechanical genius, but medicine was out of his comfort zone. Hmm, I could probably use that television for something, but I'd need Cyrus to provide backup.

As he was about to pull out something else, he noticed a Pokémon enter the room. It was an Azumarill wearing a nurse's uniform. They were carrying a tray with a pill and a glass of water, which they set down beside Tyson. They didn't say a word, just gesturing Tyson to take the pill.

Realizing he didn't have a choice in the matter, Tyson reached over and grabbed both of them, downing the pill and drinking the water to wash it down. Once he finished, the Azumarill started speaking.

"Azu, Azuzu. Can zu hear marill?" Tyson nodded, making the Azumarill. "Excellent. I am nurse Rachel. You are at the Driftveil hospital. You are safe now."

Well, probably. There is always a chance something could go haywire Tyson thought to himself, as the Azumarill continued.

"We have taken your vitals, and you seem to be rather healthy. Your friend on the other hand…" Tysons eyes widened in alarm when he heard that. "He was severly injured after presumably grazing a crystal in Chargestone Cave. He won't be able to move very well for awhile."

"Not if I have anything to say about it."

Tyson looked behind the Azumarill, and smiled, seeing Cyrus leaning against the doorframe. He was visibly exhausted, and looked to be in a lot of pain, but must have heard Tysons blaring.

"Wh-What are you doing out of bed?! You look like you are on the verge of collapsing!" Rachel said in alarm. She moved towards him, only to be stopped by Cyrus' hand.

"Back off. I can handle myself just fine." He said, moving inside of Tysons room, using the wall for support. He managed to get over to Tysons bed before his legs buckled, causing him to fall onto it.

"You sure you are alright partner?" Tyson asked with concern. "I don't want you risking permanent injury for my sake."

"He's right. Please, let me help you back to your ro"

"No. I am not going anywhere. If you want to help me, get me a wheelchair to sit in." Cyrus cut her off with, moving his head so he could see her. "I don't care what you do, you cannot, and will not, separate the two of us." That was enough for Rachel, who turned and left to grab a wheelchair.

"So I assume everything went downhill while I was asleep?" Tyson asked.

"Pretty much. I got you plugged in, and was about to go clean up our campsite, when I grazed that crystal. It took most of my strength just to walk down the hall here."

"Ouch. Well, now that we are alone for a few minutes, what's the plan?" Tyson asked, a devilish grin growing on his face.

"Ordinarily I would say science. But I am not exactly in the best shape for science. For now we need to stick together, and watch out for anything. I am not sure what is going to happen to us, but I won't let it tear us apart."

"Course. Need your inhaler, or are you good?"

"For now I am fine. Just don't let them take me out of here. For now, I need to rest." With that Cyrus was out like a light, snoring quietly.

Tyson smiled as he watched his friend sleep, before pulling a wrench from his cargo pants. "Well, once you are ready, I am prepared. FOR SCIENCE."